

Window to the PastThe crystal shimmering in the light I look to the reflection of the songbird’s flight I listen to the maiden-voiced flute play My thoughts drift to those simpler days And all my worry fades awayWindow to the Past
I look past the dust and the grass and snow And watch the weeping river flow I see in there, through the ripples and waves All those who are lost, but who my memory saves Who have never disappeared, but always fades
Like the water that trickles and whispers So my heart cries and whimpers And the first tear trickles down fast I hope and pray it will be my last &


RiddleIt returns the smoke from the burning fires of time. It is taken, yet it is recieved.Riddle
A flash of light precedes the formation of it And yet it must be formed in the blackest darkness.
Some contain those who are alive While some contain those who have been forgotten
It can prove, it can refute, it can conclude It can be used as the strictest form of evidence.
Some create these for a job, others for a hobby, While some simply put them in coverings and place them in their homes.
It does not speak, though the emotions it brews are louder than words &nbs


That Day in SeptemberHave you ever cried for someone you don’t know, Like when that news bullitein interrupted the T.V. show?That Day in September
When the shocked reporters announced to all That the two towers were hit and would fall.
On that day, in September, When a thousand left us forever.
The death and the rubble, the sea of dust, Our cries echoed right down to the Earth’s crust.
The culprit was irrational The devastation was national.
On that day, in September, When a thousand left us forever.
We mourned the older, for all that they had done, We wept for the


My JourneyEvery time a person moves away from their house, and goes from one dwelling to the next, they leave part of themselves behind. But of course, so many new things are gained when entering a new home as well. It is, perhaps for this reason that many people love it, and it is as much for this reason that people hate it. It is throwing something away, as it is getting something new, in ourselves. And this is the reason that my life was changed the first time I moved. I was lost, caught up in that deep anxiety of tension, in-between my place of comfort and the place of the unknown, drowning deeMy Journey


What Comes After the EndSometimes I think it might have worked out if only I’d tried, Just a little bit harder to stay by your side, Or that maybe you left because of something I said- That maybe you’d still be here if I’d done something else instead.What Comes After the End
I try to forget you but my mind won’t let me be, Every night in my dreams-it’s your face I see, I’ve tried feeling guilty and tried feeling sad… Tried becoming bitter or unforgivably mad, But no matter what I try or do, The truth is that I’ve still got these feelings for you.
And I can’t hate you nor blame myself- I can do nothing except mo
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Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters wil love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters too
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